You ignore your desire to go and defend your home, though you still grab the bandit's sword, it's dangerous to go out alone. Simply peering outside gives you a sense of dread, watching neighbor's homes burn to the ground, you sneak around to the back and start dashing off to the woods. Half-way through the farmlands you hear a gallop behind you, you turn around just as the rider reaches you and tramples you.
Not knowing what to do, and still alive, you lay there pretending to be dead. The bandit hops off his horse, walks over to you and laughs, then attempts to make sure your dead.
"Fight!"
The voice rings in your ears, and you swing the sword up to block the second death strike against you. You hop to your feet and begin dueling the bandit, with seemingly uncharacteristic skill you manage to get in a few swipes and cuts against your assailant, but overall you are losing. Bleeding out of a large cut across your chest, and your left arm, you strike once more, but the bandit deftly side-steps you and cuts at your leg, which causes you to fall to you knees.
The bandit taunts you in the same language as his brethren, and as he strikes you you see nothing but blackness.
"Survive!
You awaken some time later, the embers of your village still burning hot. You attempt to get up, but to no avail, instead you lay there motionless, awaiting death to find you. Instead you find that you are not the only survivor of the raid, and soon, 8 of your once humble village of 30 gather around weeping for those lost, some making plans on what to do next. You simply stand, in pain, waiting for something to happen.
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Topic: New Beginings: A Tale of Coincidence, and Magic. (Read 1303 times)